Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
[Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play song on your fuckin radio
1: Method Man]
Oh no, flow lyrica forty fo'
If it deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose
I'm a beast you step on my toe you hear my whistle
'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it go
I wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Stephen and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come with it, shit it
Now done did it, supper ready y'all come get it
Now who 'gon stop me me pop lock me knock me
Jamaica posse most high Haile
Allah willin, sound boy killin
I'm hot bitch I catch cold or catch feelings
The be the ghetto youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man care of his fam
That's y'all better do
Examine our we plannin to win
Worldwide tell the people we be jammin
[Verse 2:
Make way for Reggie
Got more than grand canyon
I, dig 'em out tie 'em up for randsome
I, shoot at feet make you start dancin
I'm pissin on your picnics where ya
Doctor got the ziplock from
When the zig zag roll I'll rip zip code
Got bitches up off the hypno
I tip toe, then wait till they over
(There I go) money
I got a mo ped in sittin on twenties
(Blaow!) out, guns in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No Belvedere it's Tiger to get it crackin
Aiyyo dread right or
I'm a sinner, winner of the underground
Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up
[Chorus:
I don't about your bling bling bling
Over here we let things ring
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it to me
BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! it up
I don't care about your bling bling
Over we let them things ring
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! One time
BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up
3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva wonda why so much ganja ya
And dem a how so much conquer feature
Blunt dem so big a must a Bunny Bob and
Teach it a teacher preach it like a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no achieve
Gimme di rizla di blunt and a sensimillia
Gimme di chunks di cup and a couple senorita
Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem inna and di bleacha
Jumpin off on di metah , you believe yah
Babylon a smell skunk and couldn't get mi
Well since a likkle ghetto yute dem get di crippled
So mi seh babylon dem a go get a weopen
Everytime when we hear some politician
When a di big promote I'm right there wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle lippin
Got a big forty five it's trigga finga
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't what's happenin
Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim it's yuh fat and go gym
Get mi inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin
It is dappin slappin jappin it is non
Hey! No pork caan inna mi kitchen
If a gal try dat she's a pigeon
Well woman a tear off mi stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and recline switchin
If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up
Rastafari dun tell yuh but yuh don't
Marley]
Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on fuckin radio